I know she says what you aspire,
if I go earlier
not long will you wait
To find a new mate.
Surely not dear I reply
I too will die
and if not,
in that unbearable pain
will go insane.
I know better.
This morn only
saw my male budgie
cosying easily
to his new companion.
Can't bear to be long
Forlorn!
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